Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 74: Tell the Truth
It was afternoon and most of the pubs were still closed, but Grolai always had a way. He found a pub he was familiar with and asked the proprietress for information.

The Unsullied, dressed like sailors but not looking like sailors at all, with calm and serious faces, accompanied Captain Grolet and watched his every move carefully.

Grolai knew how cautious the gentleman was, so he did not dare to send them away and allowed them to go into the landlady's room with him.

"Damn it, what's wrong with you crew members? Are you so ignorant?"

"Ahem - I'm not here." He coughed awkwardly and said, "I'm here to ask you about a man named Jorah Mormont, a knight, a sellsword, and a Westeros man."

"Oh, does that guy look like a bear? Are you looking for him?"

"Do you know him? Where is he?" Grolai asked hurriedly.

"You'll see him on the street later. He's a regular at various pubs and is very generous."

"I'm going to find him now."

"Then go look for him in every brothel. Maybe you can find him there."

"what?"

"He hangs out in taverns at night and sleeps in brothels during the day. The girls all love the gold coins in his hands."

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When Jorah was found, he had just ordered a girl, who was young, slim, and beautiful with long blonde hair.

When he saw Grolai, the knight of the Seven Kingdoms felt embarrassed and flustered.

Grolai didn't care what he thought, he told him directly: "Someone wants to see you."

Surrounded by the sailors accompanying Grolai, Qiao La saw the shadow of Butch in these young and silent sailors. He couldn't help swallowing and said, "Who wants to see me?"

Grolai said, "The one who gave you the gold."

Viserys had given him a lot of funds for his activities, a full two hundred gold coins. It was not that Jorah had never seen money before. In fact, he had won a championship reward of 40,000 gold dragons in a tournament. But after stranded in Essos, two hundred miles of gold coins was more money than he could earn as a mercenary in a long time.

Jorah didn't wear his mail this time because Grole said he was in a hurry and didn't have time to wait for him to return to the inn.

Jorah was almost escorted to the port by the sailors.

When boarding the ship, Jorah was alert to find that the merchant ship was heavily guarded. Those people dressed as sailors who were silently wandering in groups of three or four on the deck were not sailors. They had no expression on their faces and looked like well-trained soldiers.

There were only a few real sailors on the deck, and they were busy scrubbing the deck without saying a word.

A girl with a flat round face, dark skin and golden eyes met him on the deck. Her voice was high and powerful: "Ser Jorah? My lord is waiting for you."

Jorah had never seen her, but her accent in the Common Speech was strange. He asked, "Who are you?"

The girl answered her, "My name is Missandei. I am your maid."

Jorah asked, "Where are Ani and Butch? They haven't come back yet?" Didn't they go to Volantis to find Viserys?
The girl said, "I don't know who they are."

Jorah hesitated, but still asked, "Didn't you come back from Volantis?"

"We are coming back from Astapor." This was Viserys's request, and if Jorah asked, she was to answer truthfully.

No wonder Jorah felt that those soldiers dressed as "sailors" had Butch's shadow in them.

Missandei led him to the familiar yet unfamiliar suite corridor.

This short passage was even more heavily guarded, with ten leather-armored soldiers with solemn and silent faces guarding it with swords.

Jorah knew that they were all Unsullied guards, and the one they were guarding was their master, Viserys, who was no longer the beggar king who anyone could approach.

Missandei made a gesture to invite her in: "Please."

Jorah tried to calm down and walked into the passage.

The first Unsullied in the passage stopped him and said in Valyrian, with a heavy Astapor accent, "Please surrender your weapons."

Missandei translated for him: "He is saying, please surrender your weapons."

"I understand you," Jorah said, speaking the Valyrian tongue he had learned. "I am your lordship's bodyguard, too."

"Please surrender your weapons," the Unsullied repeated.

Jorah looked at the closed door at the end of the passage, feeling a sense of uneasiness. He wondered if he should insist on going to the inn and putting on his armor before coming back. Jorah thought bitterly that he should not come. Jorah handed over the sword hanging from his waist.

The Unsullied were finally let go.

He passed by the Unsullied who all looked calm and solemn, and finally arrived at the door.

Viserys' voice came from the door. His tone was playful, as if he had everything under control: "Do you remember what question I asked you when we first met, Jorah Mormont?"

Jorah's heart sank.

Many people have been asking about Viserys's whereabouts during this period.

Varys is looking for him, Illyrio is looking for him, Jorah is looking for him, Butch and Ani are looking for him too.

But he seemed to have disappeared. Some people witnessed their merchant ship leaving the port of Lys and heading towards Volantis, but no one was found in Volantis. How long had Butch and Ani been waiting there?
In the past two months, Viserys and the three ships seemed to have disappeared. Jorador guessed that he fled to the eastern Jade Sea, or met pirates there. But he could never imagine that he would suddenly appear in Tyrosh and bring back countless Unsullied.

The Seven Kingdoms are now in chaos, with four kings (there is no news of Balon Greyjoy becoming king at this time).

Perhaps there will be a fifth one soon.

Jorah replied: "You ask me, what do I want from you when I offer my loyalty to you when we first meet?"

"Remember that," said Viserys' voice. "You were not honest in your answer then, Ser Jorah. But I did not care then."

"."Qora was silent.

"Now let me ask you again. You offered to pledge allegiance to me when we first met. What do you want from me?"

The door never opened, only sounds came from behind it.

Jorah swallowed.

A voice came from behind the door. "I will only give you one chance, Ser Jorah. Think it over before you answer."

Ten Unsullied guards, twenty eyes looking at Jorah.

Jorah realized that his answer would mean the difference between life and death. He lowered his head and said to the door, "I want to go home. Your loyalty will give me the chance to do so, my lord."

"Ha." A laugh came from behind the door. "That is the truth. Five kings, not two, could not tell you it is a lie. Jorah, Jorah, how many times do I have to tell you that you are not being honest?"

Jorah's eyes widened and sweat broke out on his forehead.

But the Unsullied did not come up to take him. Jorah realized that he was still useful, and immediately knelt on one knee and bowed to the door: "Your Majesty, I lied. I promised Varys to stay by your side and monitor you. He told me that I could go home if I did this."

The voice at the door said with satisfaction: "Hmm, you react quickly, very good, keep going."

"I have betrayed your information three times. The first time was when Varys's little bird found me and asked me to look for your whereabouts in Pentos. In Pentos, when I followed the Tyrosh envoy to inquire about Illyrio's news, I found out that you were living in his house. I sold the information to Varys's little bird, and Varys asked me to find an opportunity to get close to you. The second time was in Myr, when you asked me to inquire about the cooperation between the Seven Kingdoms and Myr, I wrote a report on your intelligence in Myr and gave it to Varys's little bird. The third time was in Tyrosh, when you asked me to inquire about the Seven Kingdoms, and I betrayed your plan to go to Volantis."

"Only three times?" the voice behind the door said in a playful tone, "King Robert didn't ask you to find an opportunity to assassinate me, or you just don't dare?"

A thought occurred to Jorah that frightened him: he had known all along.

"I was only responsible for monitoring. But after you drove me away, a ship brought me a letter from Varys, warning me that there might be assassins in Volantis. King Robert had issued an order to kill you before his death. Varys asked me to continue monitoring you, but at the same time, not to let you get hurt. I wanted to go to Volantis with Butch and Ani to look for you, but I heard that you were missing, so I waited for you here." He said everything he needed to say. "Your Majesty, this is my honest answer."

The voice behind the door asked, "I noticed that you were not wearing armor. Has the last shred of honor of chivalry been abandoned in you? When you were knighted, did you think you would become like this? Do you still consider yourself a knight?"

No. Jorah was silent. He was suddenly filled with shame. For love, for survival, and to go home, he had thrown away all his honor. Now he was begging for his life by betraying his secret agreement with Varys. He made one mistake after another and had completely abandoned the code of chivalry. He suddenly felt that it was appropriate for him to die here, becoming the first Westeros person to be killed by the new Targaryen king: "Let the White Walkers take me away! Please show me mercy, Your Majesty."

"The fact that you can say this proves that your heart is not completely black, and you still have a pitiful sense of honor. Then I will give you another chance. For the sake of your pitiful sense of honor, Jorah Mormont, if you are willing to be loyal to me, I will choose to trust you this time, but I will send you to do something that is life-threatening. If you die, I will retroactively pardon your crimes and give you additional honors. If you don't die, then I promise to take you home. Of course, you can also choose to continue to deceive me, get information from me, and then turn around and sell it to Varys. Maybe the octopus spider is more frank than the beggar king and promises to let you go home faster. Or if you insist on dying, I can also fulfill your wish."

"Your Majesty, what do you want me to do?"

"Answer me first, if your sense of honor still allows you to be honest. Tell me frankly, are you willing to be loyal to me?"

Jorah struck his chest with his hand. "I, the exiled knight Jorah Mormont, son of Jeor Mormont, do pledge my loyalty to you, your grace."

"Well, I will take your oath. But I will not meet you in person to accept your oath of allegiance now. Jorah, if you die, I will weep for you at your funeral. If you live, I will accept your oath of allegiance in public when we meet again. So before I tell you your mission, tell me, what did you learn when I asked you to inquire about the Seven Kingdoms?"

The reason why he told the truth in the end was that if Jorah really did what Viserys asked him to do, then Viserys hoped that he would accept the allegiance of a knight who still had a sense of honor, rather than the allegiance of a coward who was coerced into death by a dirty deal.

In fact, Viserys still didn't trust Jorah. He had prepared several different sets of words and invitation speeches. If Jorah was not honest, if Jorah did not show a little honor at the last moment, then he would use other excuses to deceive, coerce, and send him to death.

(End of this chapter)